Real Ottoman poem about fucking blakbois:
"I saw a black boy in the local hamam for the first time in my life yesterday, unfortunately, I could not approach him...."
"But I thought..."
"I thought how exciting it would be to talk to him, uncovering what made him as beautiful as he is. I thought about how nice it would be to learn about his life, and learn about the world I never saw."
"I pictured talking to him, eyes darting like those of a harem lady, looking anywhere else but in his eyes."
"I pictured myself sultan carrying him with ease, to a döşek (bed). I pictured myself, unclothing myself, and rubbing his charcoal skin with my rough, white hands, and him, squirming sultana-like."
"I pictured him unclothing himself in a slow manner, drawing it out, so I can have a good look at his black body. "
"I imagined him slipping his hands under tuman (underwear), and jostling my manhood, rubbing his almost lady-like, pale fingers on the tip of my manhood."
"I imagined..."
"Unfortunately, my day-dream was interrupted by the tellak who poured the hot water on me, may Allah curse him, for ruining the image of the beauty"
