Answer:
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
You can hold it without using your hands or arms. What is it?
Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my 'eye', then I'm on the front of your face.
Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
What is always coming but never arrives?