Hot seat

We lie on a high mattress, propped by pillows so tall,
Before a giant screen, at a distance of a straight leg, we recall.
After a long game in the "hot seat" we decided to unwind,
You said, "Interstellar" I suggested "Matrix" so aligned.

For Interstellar, the journey’s clear,
A vast expanse, beyond our sphere.
For Matrix, it’s a mind’s embrace,
Where truth and dreams both find their place.

In the depths of space, there lies Interstellar,
A world of thought, we dive into the Matrix.
Through shifting realms, we seek finesse,
Where reality bends, and truth’s the vessel.

My pressure on your mind, it’s clear,
An honest kiss and tenderness, sincere.

Lying high on a mattress, with pillows so tall,
Before a big screen, at a straight leg’s call.
After "hot seat," you chose "Interstellar," so bright,
I offered "Matrix"—our views set to fight.

Lying high on a mattress, with pillows so tall,
Before a big screen, at a straight leg’s call.
After "hot seat," you said "Interstellar" with grace,
I whispered "Matrix"—a different embrace.