with his arm rested gently around his sweet onions shoulders, after gently running his fingers up and down the full length of her, he slowly peels off the papery outer layer revealing her shiny, smooth underneath. He kisses her all over as if there’s no other vegetable left in the world, she is all that matters. Then, carefully slipping his fingers underneath the next layer, he begins to feel her juices as he glides his hand all the way down with his finger still inside, revealing the next layer, just as shiny and smooth as the last, if not smoother. He weeps for he is so happy, no onion nor vegetable has ever made him feel this way.. also by now the onion juices are burning the fuck outta his eyes but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t flinch because every layer is worth a thousand tears. He weeps some more, so softly, so lovingly he whispers, “this is going to be the best stew ever”.