Among those last days of summer, those last days, still hot, the sun still near, just jump a bit higher and you can touch it. "So summer is gone / Leaving no epitaph / it’s still warm in the sun / Only that’s not enough" The very last moments, spread through the day, burning hot and shiny, like lost marbles, that heat, that fire of a gone summer you still keep in your body and makes you shine like melt iron. Those are the moments I desire myself the most. I feel the need to wrap my body in an Indian Shawl, bright coral red and see-through, only to reveal my ivory body, the physical need of a carnal relish, the need to dance, the unavoidable melancholy. The need to open my legs like I'd open a ripe pomegranate and to touch the round small clit, wet and needy. The need to feel that thrill that passes through my body like a monsoon, my moist breath, that panting followed by the long desired orgasm look achievable, near, here! Like the last very days of an iron hot summer. My orgasm, my hands touching my body, wanting to feel more and more, leaving myself be carried with pleasure like a hot air balloon. Like I could trap the summer in my belly, along with the explosive orgasm. Every orgasm, a never ending summer in my mind. Keywords: amedee-vause, amedeevause, Indian-Summer, shawl, masturbation, female-masturbation, solo-masturbation, solo-female, clit-masturbation, vibrator-masturbation, vibrator, big-tits, big-natural-tits, big-boobs, boobs, hard-nipples, female-orgasm, hairy-pussy, nude, naked, sensual, nostalgic, music.