Tackle me to the ground.

You slammed shoulder first into my tummy, wrapping your arms around as you throw me down onto the mat with you landing on top. You can feel all the air crushed out of my frame and an almost feminine gasp as I struggle to breathe. Now on the mats, you quickly climb upwards, keeping me pinned to the mat beneath you, our stomachs touching as you push up on your hands and hold my legs down with yours. I struggle beneath you, rocking and wiggling side to side all the while still trying to catch the breath you so cleanly knocked from my body.