My Salvatore

I don't know how to rhyme, But your skin, It's so fuckin sublime. Did I, perhaps cross a line? I'm sorry my mind is in a haze, And I know this sounds incredibly depraved. But I swear, I would look away if I could, It's just that I can't, Possibly look away. And although, I'm not particularly meticulous, Never really paid attention to details. I can always make out, The exact way, Your hair sometimes, Falls in front of your face.