Mosquito Man

I'm convinced these women can feel my gaze bite and sting like mosquitoes! Carribean girls--MAN! Latinas with dark, articulate curls Each one a letter, every handful a bounty of bouncing words driving me insane with verses of flame crackling the air, licking my ear...what man could go un-raze against the terrorizing beauty and pride of so many precious embers, precious, precious embers floating on top of the smoldering body of this helpless...city? Lord forgive me--ladies too! But I can't stop...well... I could...but I don't want to! I'm all bark and all bit but I won't violate! No! I won't touch you! Nol... Not unless you ask... Because I'm an ask man, first and foremost. Every day I ask the lords of love for mercy--I beg all my muses, but not a moment gets away without another neckbreaker sauntering down the sidewalk with my last breath,, and turn me into a pillar of salt, but God damn it, I look back! I'm bad. I know it. I try to close my eyes, butt I smell these mangoes, mameys, these stinging citruses and guavas on my mad, forked devil tongue, and I fall down to my knees,, down to my belly, and I just keep falling and falling, slithering along between angels' legs! Preying upon any chance I can get at just a conversation, ate..a conversion, turning a single, breathy dream to have sympathy, to sweat with me on some sultry summer's eve. Every one is Ms. Miami, and I tear up just thinking about making them mine,, wishing they'd be my Mrs...if only for a@ night... My prodigal eye's been wandering this city for ages... His brother, toot I'ma blood-thirsting pirate! T need two bri hes! Bury me in sand! Throw me e ~ fyb pil cold shower? I'm sick with looking!