Bring me the nectar of the lime, your plumpest strawberries, your coldest ice, your finest crystal.

I remained silent while I sucked the juice out of a plump strawberry.

With tremulous hand, the customer gently forages under the plastic wrap that encases a pint of plump, full-bloom rosy-red strawberries.

He grinned and handed me a plump strawberry, which I popped into my mouth by way of thanks.

Her aunt offered her a plump strawberry from the bowl she held.

It strikes an interloper as an enviable place to pull up a chaise, sip chardonnay and gorge on plump strawberries on a holiday afternoon.

Placing her hand in a bowl of ripe fruit, she withdrew two plump strawberries and held them in her palm.

One evening we sampled whole roasted baby carrots, the size of plump strawberries, that were flecked with fresh sage.

Eden watched him with glazed eyes as he poured some champagne into a glass, then picked up a plump red strawberry and dropped it into the champagne.

A plump strawberry sat precariously on the rim.