Time Well Spent

Two hands grasp each other,
A grip tighter than a vice,
But her lips are on another,
Leaving is great advice,

Passion lights the bedroom,
Each breath carefully made,
But he's always gone by noon,
Her emotions just serenade,

Fake games have no prize,
Just stress on the user,
Continuing, the heart dies,
As does the abuser,

Their time is running out,
One of them has to leave,
He wonders what it's about,
Her words were made to believe...