El Paso

I am in my
Early forties
A time for men
To question middle
Age and any achievements
Leading to really bad decisions
So when I am working on the road
In El Paso and am asked by an
Attractive young woman if I
Have found a good place
To eat that night we are
Soon sitting at a dinner
Table my mind half on
A mextex meal and
Half on my dinner
Companion who
Tells me of her
Excruciating
Intimate bit
Of surgery
Adding it
Requires
Delicacy but
That she can do
A gentle pressure
On the healing injury
While I am thinking of
Wrapping my eager tongue
Around the enchiladas mole
Pollo I have ordered which arrive
At that moment hot and delicious so
I am unable to resist a taste on my
Fork causing my companion to
Frown slightly as she is here
To download her worries
Not for me to munch
The taco on my
Plate but I am
In luck as a
Mexican
Meal is
On my
Mind
And I escape
Any more exotic
Culinary event saved
By gluttony over lust and
Only dimly aware of her
Displeasure at my
Lack of attention
To what she is
Talking about
But good
Salsa
Wins
In old
El Paso.