I often wonder what is in between your legs.
And then I catch myself staring, at one of those awkward moments when everybody else is laughing, and I quickly adjust.
And yet I know that you've figured out that I can't stop looking at you; whenever I get a glimpse I want to keep staring. And then I make some offhand comment and try to interact with other people. And then I realize that I'm looking in your direction again.
I wonder where your tan lines are.
I wonder if the skin feels different on the bright side of your body - if it exists. Is the dark side seasoned?