Mountain curves

She has curves like mountains,
Mounted on her hips,
They cradle the earth into balance when she sways between planets and skies,
And I felt like Adam, the first man.... to reach Kilimanjaro on my side,
Incline summits I found below her waist-line
She walks with a course to articulate  poetry, 
So she doesn't waste-lines, 
But rather appreciates the relentless efforts of the author.

She land-marks my memories,
The founding-mother of high standards a man must raise to attain a woman he will vow to praise upon a hill,
And at will she will be his strength and Achilles' heel,
She peaks me, she picks me,
And She peeks into my only dreams
The perks of giving God a standing ovation
For making a woman that weaves my heart into her World Wide Web just so she could 'Enter-Net',
Hack into my nervous system and get caught loving me profusely,

She has curves like mountains, 
Authentic pinnacles found in Africa, 
She invites me to compass (come pass) through her contours,
I'm gazing upon her monologues with nature and found my true north, 
Where many a man have laid eyes and cut ties with sanity. 
The undiscovered terrains
History, no, HER-story is a tale cast in time for the future's future
We are sharing war stories of love and victory,
These mountains reveal the truest kind of me.
My head is in the clouds, I'm proving that she is heavenly,
Earthly bound, when  wrapped in golden ebony,
Because angels are caged under a black woman's skin, 
Evidently...
But no one knows how her skin glows,
I know it grows at the pace of God's heart-beat in negros,
Nubian Queen this poem is the fault of your beauty,
For only God can write you as perfect poetry.