Infatuated painted clouds, enamored of our silky bed-lagoon, reflect with silent tremors your sweetest of the kisses...whispers...then lightly consume its shining sunset skin with loving smiles greeting the lacy starry night ahead...making our senses dance so softly stepping on to the adorn petals of the place no one else knows...

— Oksana Rus

In my heaven sweet melodies of the skies ripple pool of the sea playing sweet song to me, sharing tales of the past, blending with mine as mirage, painting new... I breathe in, am in love and alive...

— Oksana Rus

In the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth, feel the hem of Heaven. And when you leave, don't forget why you came...

— Oksana Rus

It finally was entirely silent, and I inhaled and breathed its magical peace...

— Oksana Rus

Just one caress became a symphony of passion, insatiable longing, an unquenchable desire to possess.... Gasps... The sparkling touch, embrace make hard to breathe... A mere short burst of brilliance, explosive need...forbidden sweet... Beneath the warmth of a dancing rainbow summer sunset, slowly tuning into the magic night with the stars flooding the sapphire skies...the sacred emerald island wildlife listens to our song, played with loving fingertips, reflected in diving deep into each other's ocean eyes...

— Oksana Rus

Just take my hand, lead, dance with me...and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free...where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again...in long and priceless moments of shared solitude...

— Oksana Rus

Listen to the sunset...see its pretty hue... When you see it, think of me...and I'll think of you...

— Oksana Rus

Meet me there, where the sea meets the sky...

— Oksana Rus

My everlasting Summer fills heart with laughter like a blooming flower... Her diverse sounds are nature's symphony, sprinkle delight, with comfort of ocean breeze which needs no attest. The unique every moment of soul's revival and its sun to shine...

— Oksana Rus

Soft on the neck of either dove love's hands let slip the reins: and while we look for light of love, love's twilight wanes...

— Oksana Rus