Analysis of Delicate one

Your skin is as sensitive as your voice is sweet.
One touch and you almost cry.
There was no sex involved when I cleaned you.
Your sense is your initiative and your genius is more than skin deep.
One look and you wonder why we love each other so much.
My skin and mind is hardened to the world and my grief spills over into empathetic joy all too easily.
When I am old and sensitive again and being cleaned like you, maybe then I will remember being your age.