Thanks sent to Robin Serrano for Beta-ing this for me long, long time ago. ~_^

Mac is nimble and he is quick.

Mac liked, stopping the fleeing drip.

He licked up.

He licked down.

From chin to neck,

to a pair of lips, shocked and round.

OH,

the places I will go,

he thought.

Then a hand he caught.

Prying the beer,

from his friend, with a leer.

He took no chance,

with a man,

elusive as the mythical pan.

He grabbed his wooden sword

and used it as a guiding cord,

to direst the man,

elusive as pan,

towards the bed,

where there bodies would wed.

Oh the cloths did fly.

Later, you could only hear the sight…

As Methos whispered, "Oh my."