Answer:
the only amusing part of the body
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen. What am I?
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin light enough to fly in the sky and strong enough to crack rocks.
What is black and white and red all over?
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?