You make me wanna put the whore in whorechata: A love letter to el jefe’s

Noel Leibly

The beginning of this love affair was oh so innocent. I had heard talk of you on campus,  you have quite the reputation. However, it  wasn’t until junior year that I let myself walk through your doors, having little idea of how my life would change forever. 

It was immediately clear why I had heard so much about you. I was instantly hooked on you as soon as I tasted you. And it’s so sweet how you’re there for everyone even in the dead of night. It’s just this one time I told myself. It’s not that serious, a one night stand you could say. I can’t fall for you like this. 

But what was a one time thing soon turned into that one situationship you can’t keep yourself away from. Your scent tempts me every time I walk by you. I constantly crave you. Late at night, when the drinks are flowing, you’re all I can think about. I can’t keep myself away from you. We’ve shared many nights together. And no matter how hard I try not to, I’m always running back to you. I keep coming back for more of your girthy burritos. They fill me up so good I’m always stuffed. You put the hoe in frijoles. You really could do whatever you want to me. You’re the boss. 

I was once a good girl, but I fear she is gone. You’re making me put the whore in whorechata. I can’t believe I ever once turned you down, not knowing what it was like to experience your glory. But now I can die happy, knowing that I’ve gotten to have you inside me.