Did I Harass?

I am a master gentleman with a stellar heart, That Beat with rhythm in nonmetallic notes, She is here in my room with the computer bag, Listening and preparing the speech through dialogue, When looking at her beautiful face under the dimmed light, Man, yes, the young man in me arouses from the depth, A man and a woman is just enough to do the act, The flame in me starts to glow as the famine of Bharat, I offer her a glass of wine to finish for refill, I gulp a few glasses in haste to change into the predator job, The prey is clever and it gets out of the trap, Either men are the evil or the women are the weak, Given the opportunity to have the access to an apple, A man picked it and shared it with a female, Whoever stands undisturbed, during a very tempting encounter, He is the real man and his chastised virility is sacred, While I run after the deer through the elevator, To send her home for Christmas dinner, A few minutes of temptation all that matter, To destroy my reputation I have shrived for, all these years, It is like a dream, in which I have become a villain, If my mother, wife, sisters and daughters know of my action, I am threatened with fear of shame and unforgiving conscience.